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We believe
Greater things have yet to come
Greater things are still to be done in this city

every memory of looking out the backdoor,
I have the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor.
it's hard to say it
it's time to say it
goodbye, goodbye.

but is it really time?

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i'd love to run down the streets
and let the wind brush against my cheeks.
the sun's in the sky,
it's warming up my legs
i'd soak myself into some movies, good books and baking. 
these are the days of summer

love is a place... by E. E. Cummings
love is a place
& through this place of
love move
(with brightness of peace)
all places

yes is a world
& in this world of
yes live
(skilfully curled)
all worlds

i'm going native
as they call it in anthropology literature.
assimilating myself into an ethnic group of another kind
such that my cultural traits become indistinguishable

it's kinda like a mixed-breed isn't it?

people tell me to follow my heart
but sometimes the heart starts following the mind as well.
SO I SAY
the mind should go home and stop interferinggggg. 

so just call my name
and i'll be there

my brain's been fried alive
by the wonderful works of
physics. 
yum.